Fr. Anthonys words in his book A Week of Waiting, a few poems of which I read for consolation and thought each day, struck home this morn. They speak to me as a man who is tired of the unfairness and injustice of this world and whose patience with my simple prayers to God has grown thin. They reflect however the simplest purity of reality: With nothing to do and no place to go, we are forced by the present moment to enter into the present moment, to rest in Gods Will for now. Sometimes you have to simply accept Life for what and where it is, not to fight, but to accept and wait. Just wait.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 17:27:53 +0000
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